The Candle
I am a candle providing light,
Which can glow from day to night.
When you light me, I get the joy,
Like the one when a baby gets a toy.
My flame has a reddish- orange light,
Which looks like the sun in twilight.
I look small but can cause harm,
Rather than keeping warm.
As you grow, you go tall,
But I poor fellow, who goes small.
If I am disturbed, I go mad,
Then I don’t see- who is good or who is bad.
If light goes off, you people worry,
I am there, so no need to worry.
You all want me to nicely glow,
For that you have to protect me from a blow.
You have foes, even I have too;
Air and water at which I boo.
You also use me to celebrate festivals and birthdays,
In which you put and decorate me in various ways.
I do this much only for you;
Have you ever thanked me for what I do?
After a long period, you all die,
Even I die but nobody is there for me to cry.
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